I don't know about you, but some days, I just think to myself that it's time for me to either take an early retirement or find another job. I was lunching with my friend Heather today, had a great lunch by the way, and recalling a story to her about life and times in my building. Needless to say, we have our share of those somewhat colorful folks. Do you think it's time to move on when you share the elevator with an older man, who's tongue is sticking out the entire trip to the 10th Floor? And, he's talking to himself? As I got off, I couldn't help but think to myself that perhaps it's time. I have 27 years, I'll have benefits for life now, I'll collect a small retirement for the rest of my life, and, this is the clincher: I COULD POSSIBLY WORK SOMEPLACE ELSE? Maybe, I don't know, make money off of my passion? Do something I love to do? Ok, now comes the hard part... What exactly is that?
Ok, I love my family, but face it, I'm not making any money off of them. I love my dogs, although the greyhound folks want me to volunteer, I don't think they're actually willing to pay me for my services. I love to take pictures. But, I only have a somewhat mediocre digital camera that's about 5 years old, the lens cap is broken, and sometimes the battery charges, sometimes it doesn't. I don't think anyone's going to pay me to take their picture with my camera.
Oh, I love to watch Sex in the City reruns, and Regis and Kelly. Again, no one's going to pay me for that. I love to go out with my friends; for that, I actually need a lot of money ... I love to travel, I love pinot noirs, I love Coach purses, I love the beach --- don't see me becoming a millionaire with any of that...
I guess I'll ride the elevator with the old man and the tongue tomorrow. Does the fun ever end for me?
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